My first construction job as a teenager..... On my third day, the boss tells me to cut 4' off the stack of 2x4's next to his truck. Ok, no problem. Doesn't give me an OAL, just, cut off 4'.....

too easy..... Well, just before lunch he comes out and looks over at me, then turns bright red! Comes running across the yard, yelling at me.... WTF is going on? (I'm thinking ) .... He starts bishon about how I just f'ed up a whole stack of wood! (what? ! How??) evidently, his lackey (gopher,personal A$$itant) took his truck to get breakfast, and put it next to a different stack of 2x4's..... I was supposed to be cutting 4' off of 16' pieces, leaving the 12' pieces needed and material for the fire stops.... I cut 4' of a stack of 8' boards...... NOW you see the problem.....

He got bent out of shape, saying I'd be docked money,blah blah blah.... I gave him the one finger seal of approval, and told him good bye, in a bunch of words that would have made a biker blush.....

dam crazy irishman....